Speaking of rape, I’ve been reflecting on how satisfied I am with 1047. I think I’ve come to a deeper sense of detachment from my writing and art, yet for a moment I relished a reflection, remembering the 8 or so month process-that the idea and momentum took until it was executed. And it felt like it was executed well, and so I’m very thankful, to capture a memory decades in the making. During that time, I often wondered what I would tell a daughter or son, if they were raped, perhaps at a more cognizant age, as solace. Though, I think, being born under the house of Shine would accommodate a surreal mentally adept experience, I like to Believe the child would be already equipped, with a reminder, that perhaps the body and mind are two distinct things. This wouldn’t be a cold, sterile, analysis of the aforementioned human consciousness – even though it could be – but rather it is a carefully observed sense of power. What enters the body; what leaves; what accomplishes and doesn’t is subject to the observation of one’s mind. From this understanding emerges great power, but to gain this understanding is not simply something that can be read. Because when the event occurs, the mind latches onto the body, it associates the misery and pain, fears and hopes with the well being of its home, so it distorts its own nature to protect said abode. The point is, whether I’m around or not, id like to hold your hand and look you square in the eye, and say: nothing was accomplished: you are still as pristine as you always were and will be. #day 1059 12/9/16 #daily #sketch #challenge #art #illustration #sketching #sketchbook #drawing #doodle #ink #brush #pen